Arise, sweet breath, this morning
And sing songs of health
The roses bloom a spoken word
My love displays its wealth.
Arise, sweet breath, this morning
Let laughter haunt the halls
My chest will swell with gratitude
With candor and love for all.
Arise, sweet breath, this morning
Distinguished visitors await
With splendid feasts and art resounding
Our sweet breath creates and must create.
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This poem was inspired by Emily Dickenson's form of poetry and by an idea of Rumi's that suggests that roses bloom because they have heard something that caused their opening.
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